Thrall's eyes widened as he glared fiercely at Jaina.
Jaina dared not look at Thrall; her eyes were filled with fear.
She was consumed by fear, inside and out, like one of the walking dead that could be found anywhere in Lordaeron.
Kneel down.
Thrall shouted at him, as if he were dealing with a lowly slave.
Jaina knelt down with a thud, like a puppet being manipulated.
His face was expressionless, completely wooden.
"Come here, slave, lick my toes," Thrall laughed triumphantly.
Jaina actually crawled on her knees, but thankfully Medivh stopped her in time.
"Insolent Orcs, cease your barbaric behavior."
Medivh was furious and shouted, "You must show basic respect to a lady!"
Thrall was filled with trepidation. He dared not disobey the Guardian and quickly apologized to Jaina.
"Jaina, you can get up now. Don't worry, your suffering today won't be in vain. I will help you realize your dream. The humans of Lordaeron will not be completely wiped out. I will leave a few people behind, and then you will be their queen."
Medivh made this arrangement as if it were the master of the world.
Seeing the gratitude on Jaina's face, Medivh continued:
"I know your magical talent is poor. The Proudmoore family bloodline doesn't contain magical genes. Prince Kael'thas helped you, enabling you to use magic. To be honest, the Sunstrider family's methods are somewhat outdated."
"I will impart to you some advanced techniques and true magical power. In the near future, you will become one of the most powerful mages in Dalaran, and your future achievements may very well surpass those of your mentor."
Jaina lit up with ecstatic joy, which reminded Thrall of the Prophet Velen, that poor old Draenei.
The Orcs Veterans recounted that the Draenei possessed seven Ata'mal Crystals, each with different powers. The Orcs feared these crystals, so they deceived the Draenei, or more precisely, they deceived the Prophet Velen. They promised that if Velen would hand over some of the crystals, the Orcs would accept reconciliation.
Then, Comrade Velen arrived foolishly. Thrall's father, Durotan, chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan, was ordered to kill Velen, but was dissuaded by his subordinates. Without such an extremely foolish leader as Velen, the Draenei would be unstoppable.
Durotan took the two crystals, deliberately leaving the Soul Crystal behind, allowing Velen to continue wallowing in his pitiful prophecy. The Orcs broke their promise, the reconciliation fell through, and they released Velen. The foolish Prophet not only didn't seek revenge, but was actually grateful and almost knelt before the Orcs.
Medivh pulled Jaina and Thrall's hands together and instructed them:
"The two of you must work closely together. No victory can be achieved by one person alone. We need to plant a thorn in the side of the enemy. When the Orcs' enemies unite, this thorn needs to step forward and call for a halt, dismantling the enemy Alliance in the name of peace. How about we call it the Peace Dove? Jaina, I believe you are capable of this arduous task."
Jaina, filled with trepidation, hurriedly replied, "I will, Great Guardian."
Medivh nodded and spoke again to Jaina:
"Back then, the Kingdom of Alterac betrayed the Human Alliance. King Terenas ordered the nobles of Alterac to serve as jailers in the Internment Camps. Their loyalty to the Orcs is beyond question. These men are now in your hands, as the core of the Peace Dove. Go, Jaina, you will become an excellent feeder of the Orcs."
Jaina was moved to tears as she bid farewell to the Guardians and Thrall.
Medivh fell into thought, remained silent for a while, and then said to Thrall:
"You need to find someone to fabricate some interesting stories, like love stories or something, to create some gossip between you and Jaina. People are always interested in these kinds of things; it will occupy their poor brains and prevent them from thinking about your real relationship with Jaina. Hopefully, this won't affect you, Thrall."
Thrall grinned and said, "I have no interest in human women."
"That's not important. The leader needs to learn to disguise himself. Eitrigg's fabricated love triangle with the human girl was quite good." Medivh suddenly realized something and chuckled.
"Your predecessor, the Orgrimmar Doomhammer, has returned to the camp. He's very anxious. I'll have Test Subject 012 release an invisible, colorless toxin in the camp. The rest is up to you, Thrall. The decision is yours. This is a turning point in your life; you must take it seriously."
Thrall stood at the camp entrance to greet Orgrimmar.
Orgrimmar hurried on his way and found Thrall safe and sound, looking remarkably well. Orgrimmar breathed a sigh of relief, patted Thrall's shoulder forcefully, and then punched him twice in the chest.
"Haha, good lad, this isn't good. They said you were seriously injured, so I rushed back. A bunch of idiots, they can't even tell the severity of your injuries."
He had always placed high hopes on this child, but as he grew older and stronger, he increasingly realized that the Orcs needed a new leader.
Orgrimmar had a long-term vision. After the Orcs occupied Lordaeron, how to get along with their neighbors was a difficult problem. The old methods of fighting and killing wouldn't work in Azeroth; new methods were needed, such as diplomacy and divide-and-conquer.
The thought of all this gave Orgrimmar a terrible headache. He looked forward to the day when he could hand everything over to Thrall, find a quiet lakeside to live out his days in peace, Anjing await death.
Seeing Thrall's perpetually somber face, Orgrimmar assumed it was due to the effects of the duel's defeat, and offered words of comfort:
"Don't be discouraged, my child. Failure is also a form of growth."
"Chieftain," Thrall asked rather rudely, "I heard you were with a Paladin."
"It's Tirion Fordring, very prestigious in the Silver Hand. He helped us gather... heh... military rations." Orgrimmar, oblivious to Thrall's odd behavior, spoke earnestly:
"To be honest, I have no intention of keeping my promise. I will slaughter his Hearthglen afterward, just like I did in Brill, so that no one will know what we Orcs have done."
"I've heard that Holy Light can be bestowed upon others, is that right?" Thrall asked, squinting his eyes.
Orgrimmar didn't know much about the Holy Light, and after thinking for a long time, he said:
"Holy Light can be infused into weapons. As for its use by others, I've heard that Prince Arthas of Lordaeron was always infused with Holy Light by the knights of the Silver Hand."
"Then, Warchief, can the Holy Light be bestowed upon us Orcs?" Thrall's expression grew increasingly ferocious.
"Orcs? How is that possible?"
Orgrimmar was about to laugh a few times when he suddenly sensed that something was wrong:
"Thrall, you don't actually think that Holy Light Orcs was sent by me, do you? No, no, Thrall, don't believe the machinations of petty people. What good would it do me or the Orcs to scheme against you? I'm getting older and older."
"Who knows? Maybe you have a Bastard Son somewhere who you want to inherit everything." Thrall noticed the spread of the poison, and the Orcs soldiers following Orgrimmar collapsed one after another.
Orgrimmar, being a warrior with a strong physique and high resistance to poison, was still swaying unsteadily. He exclaimed in shock, "Thrall, what have you done?"
"Orgrimmar Doomhammer, do you remember Chieftain Blackhand? This is retribution. When you betrayed Blackhand and took his place, did you ever think of this day, you despicable old Orcs?"
Thrall slammed his hammer down.